Nothing shakes my confidence and frustrates me more than repeated failure, despite my best efforts to succeed. I mean, I feel like the only things that are going right are my grades UCLA, but even those are relatively meaningless in the long run.
It’s times like these that make me wonder: am I doomed to a life of mediocrity? You know, I’ll admit it: I was born with potential. I was born with natural talent, whether it be in the books, music, or elsewhere. I was born with an innate ability to charismatically lead others. People have told me I possess these skills repeatedly, and yet, time and time again, unfortunate strings of events prevent me from developing these skills properly. It’s a feeling that I’ve had to deal with for a large part of my life: that of being held back from realizing your true potential by outside forces you cannot control.
I don’t care about fame, fortune, or any form of material or superficial success. All I want to do is to use my skills to bring these same talents out of everyone else, to inspire others to reach great heights and do amazing things for the world and our society. It’s just ngarg.
Fuck, I don’t really know where I’m going this. It’s late, so I’ll just leave this be for now.